A hush fell over the battlefield, a strange calm before the storm. The intruders, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected sight of such formidable resistance, hesitated. This was not the easy conquest they had envisioned.
They had expected a realm teeming with weaklings, ripe for the taking. But these women, with their ethereal beauty and cold, determined eyes, were clearly no pushovers.
Dao Ling's eyebrows knitted in surprise. Lower Gods? He hadn't expected such a force to be present at the breach. "Interesting," he mused, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "It seems the Divine Realm has some hidden fangs after all."
He turned to his soldiers, his voice booming with authority. "Don't underestimate them! They may be Lower Gods, but they possess a power beyond their realm."
The Primordial God Tribe experts, their initial shock replaced by a renewed bloodlust, charged forward, eager to test the mettle of these unexpected opponents.
